7 AM
KIT1 OXENFORD woke early, feeling eager and anxious at the same time. It was a strange sensation.
Today he was going to rob Oxenford Medical.
The idea filled him with excitement. It would be the greatest prank2 ever. It would be written up in books with titles like The Perfect Crime. Even better, it would be revenge on his father. The company would be destroyed, and Stanley Oxenford would be ruined financially. The fact that the old man would never know who had done this to him somehow made it better. It would be a secret gratification that Kit could hug to himself for the rest of his life.
But he was anxious, too. This was unusual. By nature, he was not a worrier. Whatever trouble he was in, he could generally talk his way out. He rarely planned anything.
He had planned today. Perhaps that was his problem.
He lay in bed with his eyes closed, thinking of the obstacles he had to overcome.
First, there was the physical security around the Kremlin: the double row of fencing, the razor wire, the lights, the intruder alarms. Those alarms were protected by tamper3 switches, shock sensors4, and end-of-line circuitry that would detect a short circuit. The alarms were directly connected to regional police headquarters at Inverburn via a phone line that was continuously checked by the system to verify that it was operational.
None of that would protect the place against Kit and his collaborators.
Then there were the guards, watching important areas on closed-circuit television cameras, patrolling the premises5 hourly. Their TV monitors were fitted with high-security biased6 switches that would detect equipment substitution, for example if the feed from a camera were replaced by a signal from a videotape player.
Kit had thought of a way around that.
Finally there was the elaborate scheme of access control: the plastic credit-card passes, each bearing a photo of the authorized7 user plus details of the user's fingerprint8 embedded9 in a chip.
Defeating this system would be complicated, but Kit knew how to do it.
His degree was in computer science, and he had been top of his class, but he had an even more important advantage. He had designed the software that controlled the entire security setup at the Kremlin. It was his baby. He had done a terrific job for his ungrateful father, and the system was virtually impenetrable to an outsider, but Kit knew its secrets.
At around midnight tonight, he would walk into the holy of holies, the BSL4 laboratory, the most secure location in Scotland. With him would be his client, a quietly menacing Londoner called Nigel Buchanan, and two collaborators. Once there, Kit would open the refrigerated vault11 with a simple four-digit code. Then Nigel would steal samples of Stanley Oxenford's precious new antiviral drug.
They would not keep the samples long. Nigel had a strict deadline. He had to hand over the samples by ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Christmas Day. Kit did not know the reason for the deadline. He did not know who the customer was, either, but he could guess. It had to be one of the pharmaceutical12 multinationals13. Having a sample to analyze14 would save years of research. The company would be able to make its own version of the drug, instead of paying Oxenford millions in licensing15 fees.
It was dishonest, of course, but men found excuses for dishonesty when the stakes were high. Kit could picture the company's distinguished16 chairman, with his silver hair and pin-striped suit, saying hypocritically, "Can you assure me categorically that no employee of our organization broke any laws in obtaining this sample?"
The best part of Kit's plan, he felt, was that the intrusion would go unnoticed until long after he and Nigel had left the Kremlin. Today, Tuesday, was Christmas Eve. Tomorrow and the next day were holidays. At the earliest, the alarm might be sounded on Friday, when one or two eager-beaver scientists would show up for work; but there was a good chance the theft would not be spotted17 then or at the weekend, giving Kit and the gang until Monday of next week to cover their tracks. It was more than they needed.
So why was he frightened? The face of Toni Gallo, his father's security chief, came into his mind. She was a freckled18 redhead, very attractive in a muscular sort of way, though too formidable a personality for Kit's taste. Was she the reason for his fear? Once before he had underestimated her—with disastrous19 results.
But his plan was brilliant. "Brilliant," he said aloud, trying to convince himself.
"What is?" said a female voice beside him.
He grunted20 in surprise. He had forgotten that he was not alone. He opened his eyes. The apartment was pitch-dark.
"What's brilliant?" she repeated.
"The way you dance," he said, improvising21. He had met her in a club last night.
"You're not bad yourself," she said in a strong Glasgow accent. "Nifty footwork."
He racked his brains for her name. "Maureen," he said. She must be Catholic, with a name like that. He rolled over and put his arm around her, trying to remember what she looked like. She felt nicely rounded. He liked girls not too thin. She moved toward him willingly. Blond or brunette? he wondered. It might be interestingly kinky to have sex with a girl not knowing what she looked like. He was reaching for her breasts when he remembered what he had to do today, and his amorousness22 evaporated. "What's the time?" he said.
"Time for a wee shag," Maureen said eagerly.
Kit rolled away from her. The digital clock on the hi-fi said 07:10. "Got to get up," he said. "Busy day." He wanted to be at his father's house in time for lunch. He was going there ostensibly for the Christmas holiday, actually to steal something he needed for tonight's robbery.
"How can you be busy on Christmas Eve?"
"Maybe I'm Santa Claus." He sat on the edge of the bed and switched on the light.
Maureen was disappointed. "Well, this wee elf is going to have a lie-in, if that's all right with Santa," she said grumpily.
He glanced at her, but she had pulled the duvet over her head. He still did not know what she looked like.
He walked naked to the kitchen and started making coffee.
His loft23 was divided into two big spaces. There was a living room, with open kitchen, and a bedroom beyond. The living room was full of electronic gear: a big flat-screen television, an elaborate sound system, and a stack of computers and accessories connected by a jungle of cables. Kit had always enjoyed picking the locks of other people's computer defenses. The only way to become an expert in software security was to be a hacker24 first.
While he was working for his father, designing and installing protection tor the BSL4 laboratory, he had pulled off one of his best scams. With the help of Ronnie Sutherland, then head of security for Oxenford Medical, he had devised a way of skimming money from the company. He had rigged the accounting25 software so that, in summing a series of suppliers' invoices26, the computer simply added 1 percent to the total, then transferred the 1 percent to Ronnie's bank account in a transaction that did not appear on any report. The scam relied on no one checking the computer's arithmetic—and no one had, until one day Toni Gallo saw Ronnie's wife parking a new Mercedes coupe outside Marks & Spencer's in Inverburn.
Kit had been astonished and frightened by the dogged persistence27 with which Toni investigated. There was a discrepancy28, and she had to have the explanation. She just never gave up. Worse, when she figured out what was going on, nothing in the world would prevent her from telling the boss, Kit's father. He had pleaded with her not to bring anguish29 to an old man. He had tried to convince her that Stanley Oxenford in his rage would fire her, not Kit. Finally he had rested a hand lightly on her hip10, given her his best naughty-boy grin, and said in a come-to-bed voice, "You and I should be friends, not enemies." None of it had worked.
Kit had not found employment since being fired by his father. Unfortunately, he had continued to gamble. Ronnie had introduced him to an illegal casino where he was able to get credit, doubtless because Kit's father was a famous millionaire scientist. He tried not to think of how much money he now owed: the figure made him sick with fear and self-disgust, and he just wanted to throw himself off the Forth30 Bridge. But his reward for tonight's work would pay off the entire sum and give him a fresh start.
He took his coffee into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. At one time he had been on the British team for the Winter Olympics, and he had spent every weekend either skiing or training. Then, he had been as lean and fit as a greyhound. Now he saw a little softness in his outline. "You're putting on weight," he said. But he still had thick brown hair that flopped31 adorably over his forehead. His face looked strained. He tried his Hugh Grant expression, head down bashfully, looking up out of the corners of his blue eyes with a winning smile. Yes, he could still do it. Toni Gallo might be immune, but Maureen had fallen for it only last night.
While shaving, he turned on the bathroom TV and got a local news program. The British Prime Minister had arrived in his Scottish constituency for Christmas. Glasgow Rangers32 had paid nine million pounds for a striker called Giovanni Santangelo. "There's a good old Scots name," Kit said to himself. The weather was going to continue cold but clear. A fierce blizzard33 in the Norwegian Sea was drifting south, but was expected to pass to the west of Scotland. Then came a local news story that froze Kit's blood.
He heard the familiar voice of Carl Osborne, a Scottish television celebrity34 with a reputation for lurid35 reports. Glancing at the screen, Kit saw the very building he was planning to rob tonight. Osborne was broadcasting from outside the gates of Oxenford Medical. It was still dark, but powerful security lights illuminated36 the ornate Victorian architecture. "What the hell is this?" Kit said worriedly.
Osborne said, "Scientists experiment with some of the most dangerous viruses in the world right here in Scotland, in the building behind me, dubbed37 'Frankenstein's Castle' by local people."
Kit had never heard anyone call it "Frankenstein's Castle." Osborne was making that up. Its nickname was the Kremlin.
"But today, in what seems to some observers to be Nature's retribution for Mankind's meddling38, a young technician died of one of these viruses."
Kit put down his razor. This would be woundingly bad publicity39 for Oxenford Medical, he realized immediately. Normally, he would have gloated at his father's trouble, but today he was more worried about the effect of such publicity on his own plans.
"Michael Ross, thirty-one, was struck down by a virus called Ebola, after the African village where it germinated40. This agonizing41 affliction causes painful, suppurating boils all over the victim's body."
Kit was pretty sure Osborne was getting the facts wrong, but his audience would not know. This was tabloid42 television. But would the death of Michael Ross jeopardize43 Kit's planned robbery?
"Oxenford Medical has always claimed its research poses no threat to local people or the surrounding countryside, but the death of Michael Ross throws that claim into serious doubt."
Osborne was wearing a bulky anorak and a woolly hat, and he looked as if he had not slept much last night. Someone had woken him up in the early hours of the morning with a tip-off, Kit guessed.
"Ross may have been bitten by an animal he stole from the laboratory here and took to his home a few miles away," Osborne went on.
"Oh, no," said Kit. This was getting worse and worse. Surely he was not going to be forced to abandon his grand scheme? It would be too much to bear.
"Did Michael Ross work alone, or was he part of a larger group that may attempt to free more plague-carrying animals from Oxenford Medical's secret laboratories? Do we face the prospect44 of innocent-seeming dogs and rabbits roaming free over the Scottish landscape, spreading the lethal45 virus wherever they go? No one here is prepared to say."
Whatever they might or might not say, Kit knew what the people at the Kremlin were doing: upgrading their security as fast as they could. Toni Gallo would be there already, tightening46 up procedures, checking alarms and cameras, briefing the security guards. It was the worst possible news for Kit. He was enraged47. "Why do I have such bad luck?" he said aloud.
"Be that as it may," said Carl Osborne, "Michael Ross appears to have died for love of a hamster named Fluffy48." His tone was so tragic49 that Kit half expected the reporter to wipe a tear from his eye, but Osborne stopped short of that.
The studio anchor, an attractive blonde with carved hair, now said, "Carl, has Oxenford Medical made any comment at all on this extraordinary incident?"
"Yes." Carl looked at a notebook. "They say they are saddened and distressed50 by the death of Michael Ross, but the indications are that nobody else will be affected51 by the virus. Nevertheless, they would like to speak to anyone who has seen Ross in the past sixteen days."
"Presumably, people who have been in contact with him may have picked up the virus."
"Yes, and perhaps infected others. So the company's statement that no one else is affected seems more like a pious52 hope than a scientific prediction."
"A very worrying story," the anchor said to camera. "Carl Osborne with that report. And now football."
In a fury, Kit stabbed at the remote control, trying to turn oil the television, but he was too agitated53, and kept pressing the wrong buttons. In the end he grabbed the TV cable and yanked the plug out of its socket54. He was tempted55 to throw the set through the window. This was a catastrophe56.
Osborne's doomsday forecast about the virus spreading might not be true, but the one sure consequence was that security at the Kremlin would be watertight. Tonight was the worst possible time to try to rob the place. Kit would have to call it off. He was a gambler: if he had a good hand, he was willing to bet the farm, but he knew that when the cards were against him it was best to fold.
At least I won't have to spend Christmas with my father, he thought sourly.
Maybe they could do the job some other time, when the excitement had died down and security had returned to its normal level. Perhaps the customer could be persuaded to postpone57 his deadline. Kit shuddered58 when he thought of his enormous debt remaining unpaid59. But there was no point in going ahead when failure was so likely.
He left the bathroom. The clock on the hi-fi said 07:28. It was early to telephone, but this was urgent. He picked up the handset and dialed.
The call was answered immediately. A man's voice said simply, "Yes?"
"This is Kit. Is he in?"
"What do you want?"
"I need to speak to him. It's important."
"He's not up yet."
"Shit." Kit did not want to leave a message. And, on reflection, he did not want Maureen to hear what he had to say. "Tell him I'm coming round," he said. He hung up without waiting for a reply.
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